A/N
Hey dear readers, here's the first bad, evil smut scene. If you don't want to read that, skip the first scene and read the last scene of this chapter. But you're missing out on something ;)
It was already getting dark when they were finally finished and arrived back at Bobby's. Dean went up with her new stuff to change immediately. She really didn't feel good about wearing the stuff of a dead woman. When she was finished and looked at herself in the mirror, she was slightly more at ease with the weirdness that was her body. She wore a simple black T-shirt (they couldn't find any with band prints in the mall), a longsleevedlong sleeved button-down shirt and some fitting, but not too tight jeans. She sighed. At least her eyes were the same. Her face was also still familiar. The constant beard stubble was gone and her features appeared finer, but it was still the same face. Even if it looked girly.
'Can I really pull this off? Be a mom?' she asked herself. 'Can I raise a kid and protect it from all the fuckers out there? Can I keep my kid from being screwed up by our life?'
Bobby was right, this was her chance to have a family. She pulled her shirt up to look at her boobs again. It's was gonna take steaming hot girl sex to be a mom in the first place. She was curious, to say the least. It'
was gonna be weird, but Dean was suddenly feeling adventurous.
She locked the door to her room, stripped down to her undies, laidy down on her bed and prayed. "Cas?"
It didn't need more. The angel was instantly standing next to her bed. His eyes went wide again as he took in her delicate figure, only covered with a bit of lace. Dean grinned and reached up to him. Cas didn't need more invitation to sit down next to her and to lean over her to capture her lips. That part didn't feel much different, Dean pondered, sinking into the kiss.
'Oh, that does feel different' she wondered, when Cas slung his arm around her slim waist and pressed her close. As if her waist was made for an arm to drape around it. Her body arched automatically as Cas pressed her close.
Cas looked deeply into her green eyes. "Are you sure you want it?"
"Yeah, of course. Man, how many dudes can try this?"
Cas rested a hand on her belly. "You want to conceive?"
"Oh...uh. No, not yet. I haven't figured it all out just yet."
Cas backed away reluctantly.
"Hey, where you think you're going?" Dean complained.
"Until you want to conceive, or until you are a man again, we should not..."
"Don't say engage in coitus." Dean chuckled.
"...fuck." Castiel closed pointedly, smirking slightly.
Dean smiled and shook her head. Nobody had explained that to him yet?
"There is something called protection, Cas. It will keep me from getting pregnant and we can still fuck."
A smile spread on Cas face, and he moved back closer to her again.
"I have never done it with a woman." he admitted.
"I know. That's something we have to take care of, don't we?" Dean grinned mischievously. "We'll figure it out."
Cas' arm wrapped around her waist again and he gently kissed her neck. Dean felt him fumbling with the fastener of her bra. She moved her hands to help him, but her fingers were more in his way than a help. She knew just perfectly how to flip a bra open on some random chick, but she hadn't gotten the hang of it for herself just yet. She laughed a bit when they finally managed to get the damn thing off. It took them nearly as long as it had taken Dean to get it on, which was way too long.
"You're wearing too many damn layers." Dean complained. Cas captured her lips for another heated kiss, she felt the air shift around them and bare skin was pressing against her. Normally, she didn't like it when Cas just mojoed them off, but right now they were both too impatient to fumble with too many buttons, so it was okay. Cas was slowly, but surely developing a sense for when he was allowed to go the faster way.
"That's better." She grinned when Castiel released her again. She still thought it was a crime to wear so many damn layers if you had such a delicate, lithe body beneath it.
Cas pulled back to look at her exposed breasts. Dean's breath hitched as he covered a breast with his hand. Wow, they were sensitive! Keeping his hand on her breast, he leaned forward again to nip the skin of her collarbone.
"You smell differently," Cas muttered and placed another kiss, "taste different too."
"Different, but good." He added, with his deep, husky bedroom voice. Dean could get hard from that voice alone. Except, she couldn't technically get hard anymore, but she felt her body react. She was feeling all tingly between her legs and...wet. It was all kinds of weird, to say the least.
Cas moved gently, exploring her new body with awe. Dean was thankful for it, and happily let Cas take the lead for now. Cas carefully watched her as he began to massage her breast. With each time he touched her, a tingle raced through her body. Each touch felt so different, but yet so familiar at the same time. It was now that she didn't only realisze that this was her body, but also accepted it. And she wanted this body, her body, to be touched.
Dean kissed him. "You know, I'm still not out of sugar, babe." Dean teased. Her body was aching for more, she wanted to feel more of Cas, to feel him everywhere. She took one of Cas hands and guided it down between her legs and moaned loudly when Cas touched her pleasure spot. She has had no idea what to expect.
Cas removed his hand, but only long enough to get rid of the last bit of clothing that was still in their way. Dean's stringpanty went flying through the room. Cas' hand was back again immediately, and he went on inby instinct, watching Dean's reactions to see what she liked. Cas kissed his way down over her breasts and further down, lingering a moment at her belly button before he reached the spot where his hands already worked dirty moans out of Dean. Dean gasped when she suddenly felt a hot tongue intrude between her legs. Dean was soon squirming under Cas' attention and moaning loud, finally crying out Cas' name as she came, her whole body trembling.
"Oh my god Cas..." Dean gasped, panting heavily. Cas pulled up to her and gathered her in his arms.
"No, I'm still just an angel." Cas huffed , annoyed.
"Sorry." Dean grinned. She felt his length press hard against her leg. Any other man would be touching himself now. But Cas, the saint, didn't.
She reached down to stroke his length and bent over to kiss Cas. He tasted odd, differently, and it took her a moment to realisze that was her new taste. She had no idea how long she would need to recover, now that she was a girl, but she wouldn't let him get away without a treat.
"I love you." Cas said, gazing deeply into her eyes with his brilliant blue ones. Her heart swelled and she nearly forgot to continue stroking him. In moments like this, she wondered what she had done to deserve this. Her own guardian angel lover. He would always be there, and if he ever died, she could still pester at Gabriel to pester at Michael to bring him back. If Gabriel wasn't able to bring him back all by himself.
"I love you too." She whispered quietly into his ear and pulled back to look into his eyes. The three little words seemed too small for all that she was really feeling. A flock of little butterflies seemed to be making wild dances in her belly, screwing around in it. She lost herself in his eyes again, as it always happened so easily. It dawned on her in that moment that Cas would truly ever be there for her forever, and for a child. He would do everything in his power to protect the little one.
"You know what, fuck protection! Let's make a baby!" she exclaimed suddenly. Cas' eyes lit up with utter happiness, and Dean could see how much the angel himself wanted this. Cas grabbed her neck and pulled her into a loving, passionate kiss.
It didn't take her body any more time to recover. The kisses heated up fast, Cas' mouth and hands roameding demandingly over her body. She felt his cock twitch in her hand. Cas moaned, frustrated, when she let go of his cock and pulled back from him. He stared at her with lustful blown eyes, dark with intent and clearly disapproving her withdrawal.
But it was not Dean's intention to stop now. She pushed him back into the mattress and climbed on top of him. Straddling his hips with hers, she sat down slowly on his cock, carefully guiding the hard shaft into her. It felt so weird, but good at the same time. She could simply take all of him at once, no need for slow and gentle probing, no need for lube. She let out a satisfied moan and delved in the feeling of him in her slick new hole. Slowly and testing, she rolled her hips and tried rocking back and forth a bit, feeling him deep within her. Cas groaned in pleasure beneath her and it made her even more wet than she was already. She rocked forth and back, finding a rhythm to settle in.
Cas sat up, shifting their position so she ended up sitting in his lap, still filled with him. He groaned and captured her mouth for another heated kiss. His arms wrapped around her, grinding her more into him as she pushed down against him. Dean wrapped her arms around him, digging her hands into his ruffled dark hair. They were as so close to each other as they could possibly be. They rocked together, with their bodies pressed against each other, capturing each other's lips or biting down at the soft flesh of the neck, until Cas pressed her head into the crook of his neck. Dean caught a glimpse of light and immediately closed her eyes as Cas groaned out her name as he came withininside her, rocking through it until Dean came also.
Panting heavily, they kept sitting entangled with each other. Cas was still in her and so close to her, with her boobs pressed against his chest. Dean's head rested against Cas' neck, and he was caressing the nape of her neck tenderly.
"Huh, I'm a chick now..." Dean suddenly said.
Castiel pulled back to look at her and tilted his head in confusion. "You have been for a day now."
"I know. But you know, I don't feel much different. My body is weird, but I'm still ticking the same way up here. I think."
"I do not really understand the difference." Cas admitted.
"I know. But Sam's still the bigger girl, even if I am the one with boobs!"
"Come down ya idjits, grub's ready!" Bobby's yell suddenly sounded through the house, completely scattering the tenderness of the moment.
The smell of fresh food caught Dean's attention. "We should get clean and down before they eat our share!"
They shared another tender kiss before they moved apart reluctantly.
Collecting her stringpanty from the lamp it had landed on, Dean was slightly annoyed as she found Cas standing there with all those layers on again when she turned back.
"No." she said matter-of-factly and went over to strip Cas' upper half. He watched her, confused. "Wear this." she said, tossing one of her old male t-shirts at him. It was a little too big, but far better than the dress-shirt-suit-tie-trench coat combo. Even when she had to admit, the tie came in handy from time to time. She lingered a moment, looking at him.
"I'm as tall as you now." Dean realiszed. It was even easier to get lost in his eyes.
"We should get you some jeans the next time we go shopping." she finally shrugged, picked up her stuff and went for a quick shower.
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Bobby had been cooking his famous chili. Even Gabriel waited impatiently. Being an angel, he didn't really need food, but his was still the biggest mouth to feed.
"Hey, I'm still growing!" he exclaimed at Sam's incredulous look at his enormous plate.
Sam rolled his eyes and concentrated on his own serving.
"You're such a big child." Bobby grumbled. "I always wondered," he continued, "how many of them legends about tricksters have grown on your pile of dirt? We all see your fondness for sweets, but you don't really need them, being an angel an' all."
"That will always remain a mystery." Gabriel said, and wiggled his eyebrows.
Sam groaned. "Gabe, honey... don't say that word."
"Which one?" Gabriel asked obliviously.
"Mystery. It reminds me of the mystery spot."
Gabriel's mouth formed a silent o of understanding.
"I still don't understand how you could forgive him for that one." Bobby grumbled and shrugged, "But hey, that's none of my business."
"Hey, I was trying to teach him a lesson! Good intentions an' all!"
"Oh yeah? It wasn't funny to see my brother dying over and over again!" Sam snapped.
"Well, it takes some harsh tricks to get something into that big, stubborn mule head of yours." Gabriel shrugged nonchalantly. "Believe me, I've seen it all. I've been around a long time. But no, we don't believe the trickster 'cause he's an evil monster."
Dean and Cas entered the room just that moment to find Sam staring, hurt, at Gabriel, Gabriel not noticing anything because he was concentrating on his plate and Bobby looking uncomfortable in his own house.
Bobby was somewhat glad to be distracted by Castiel's unusual appearance. He gave the angel a quick once over.
"Hmpf. Never thought he'd be such a slim boy under all those layers." he commented.
"Finally!" Gabriel exclaimed "What did you do to get him to change his stuff, Dean? Fuck him?"
"Actually, yes." Dean grinned and pulled the chili pan closer to her plate.
Sam stared at her, trying to wrap the giant computer, also called his brain, around his brother having girl-sex with his/her boyfriend. It didn't compute.
"I don't understand why my clothing is of any importance." Cas deadpanned.
"You should get him some jeans." Bobby suggested, ignoring everyone else on the table.
"Yeah, I know. You got some he can borrow? Mine are too largebig." Dean asked.
Bobby glanced at Castiel. "Hell no. Get him his own stuff. Besides, he looks more like Gabriel's size."
"I'm not giving him anything!" Gabriel chimed in.
"Why don't you mojo something?" Sam asked.
"Now, where would the fun in that be?" Gabriel asked and crossed his arms. "I'm not you're happy mojo machine for every little shit you need!"
Castiel cleared his throat. The deep, rumbling sound got the attention of everyone in an instant.
"We have something more important to discuss." Castiel stated. He covered Dean's hand with his own in a gesture he had learned from her, even though Dean never used it in public. The small gesture was not lost on the others on the table, but they knew better than to comment on it. Dean looked likeas if she didn't know if she should withdraw her hand or not.
"Dean and I have..."
"Don't say: engaged in coitus." Gabriel laughed. "We've all noticed that. Can't you keep yourself together, Cassie? Always need to make the show with all the lights flickering and everything?"
"And you haven't stopped the lights from flickering." Sam snapped at his boyfriend.
"Why should I?" Gabriel asked.
Dean looked horrified. She hadn't known that anything happened besides Cas' grace peaeking out. Now that she thought about it, it was quite obvious it had to.
"It's true, boy." Bobby muttered.
"That was not what I was going to say." Castiel grumbled, glaring at his brother. "I was going to say: Dean and I have reached a decision."
"Yeah!" Dean blurted out, "We are going to have a baby, guys!"
"That's great!" Sam grinned. Bobby smiled. Gabriel smirked knowingly. They didn't seem surprised at all, but nonetheless happy about the news.
"And there is still nobody thanking me for this!" Gabriel sighed in an offended fuss.
"Hey, I thanked you!" Sam snapped. Sometimes he had the feeling Gabriel didn't really notice him.
"Hm, okay, thank you Gabe." Dean admitted grumpingly. "That's pretty awesome. But I'm not saying this twice, so remember it good."
"Thank you, brother." Cas deadpanned.
"See? Wasn't so bad now, was it?" Gabriel smirked self-satisfied.
Bobby suddenly took Dean's beer bottle away.
"Hey, I was still drinking that!" Dean complained.
"No, you ain't!" Bobby scolded. "If you're having a baby, you'd better stop drinking sooner than later or I'll hit ya idjit head so hard it flies!"
Dean glared at Bobby for a second, but didn't protest. Cas touched two fingers to her forehead and she felt a familiar wave of healing energy flowing through her body, clearing her of any remnants of her long history of alcohol abuse. She met his eyes but neither of them commented on it. Then she stared down at her empty plate. She was full already after only one serving. Everyone was finished with their chili now, and Gabriel clicked his fingers. Everything was cleaned up in an instant and a huge tower of sweets was standing in the middle of the table. Dean caught sight of an apple crumble pie and reached for it immediately. There was always room for some pie.
